The weekend I was supposed to start this, my mom was on a cruise ship at the edge of a Category 4 hurricane. I was distracted.
Now she's safely ashore, and I'm thinking a cruise might be what I should start with (and that I should date this as if I've been blogging all along). So - ahem - it's magically October 1.
When I graduated high school, a friend of mine and I went on a cruise for our senior trip. Some schools coordinate trips but ours was freelance. We packed a bathing suit and a prom dress and took off. The cruise line was Costa, the same one that overturned in the Mediterranean awhile back. We had rolling seas the first night, but smooth sailing after that.
It was a multicultural experience, being my first time out of the States. All the signs on the ship were in five languages. English was third. Most of the crew members were Greek, and I remember this waiter asking us repeatedly if we were going to the beach. He had to repeat himself because his pronunciation of "beach" sounded more like the word for a female dog.
If this was not on my laundry list, would I put it on my bucket list?
Maybe. The water in the Caribbean is transparent. You have to see it in person. And that was the only time in my life I got a tan. But ships these days are probably 4 times the size of the one we were on. That's a lot of people. I think you have to be an extrovert. And you have to have more money to cruise now. Not everything is included anymore. But if you can afford it, and are feeling adventurous, sail some international waters, lay on the mama dog, and get you some sun.